Songs we live in, songs we forget, and songs we remember. You can't touch or disturb it since it is intangible and was frozen in a matter of minutes. You may become one with it by sobbing your heart out while singing along in the shower, the vehicle, or a performance. You realize that you've been unconsciously humming a familiar tune once you catch yourself doing it. The music we compose to live by has a lovely quality. Songs that we sing along to, dance to, weep to, and drink to. We identify with and form our identities via music. Every feeling may be evoked by music, which can also serve as a snapshot that we hear and later recall. I find music to be beautiful.